An ongoing battle many of us have had for years now is defining the "soul" of what ska represents.
Many of those in America have come to associate this music we love as the meaningless party music of wealthy white suburban teens. Most of us here know much better than that.
But the battle continues.
Bucket of The Toasters famously refused to sell Moon Ska Records for millions of dollars to a major label, leaving all the corporate suits convinced the man was out of his mind.
Thousands of ska bands exist across America with no real hope of a major record deal, heck, most can't even get played on the radio. But they still bust their asses and play their hearts out and kids come in droves to support them.
In fact, hundreds of people across this country book ska shows and most don't worry about getting paid for it or whether they'll ever get paid for it.
Corporate America thinks we're crazy, but do any of us really care? In fact, don't we relish that?
We're not for sale, at any price. That's part of the legacy that was begun by artists like The Skatalites and continued in fine form by others like The Specials. I'm proud to be part of that legacy.
LONG LIVE SKA!!!